VERSE IN REVERSE

Traces of verse were sprinkled in between the lines

the poet and entourage had less than nothing to say

not a single drop of rhythm was spilled over the poem

tempo was assumed once the dormant note was aroused.

THE SURVIVAL OF THE MISFIT

An old friend had a massive heart attack

they called me from the hospital, I rushed

he was a heavy smoker, they had to bypass

he looked pale and exhausted, worried I was

'Is there anything I can do for you''.…. I asked

'get me a cigarette' he pleaded, 'I am dying for one'

the following poem was inspired by such a remark.

The contrast between

high thinking and low living

measured in cigarette butts,

meanwhile time is running in

and running out…

In & out, in & out 

In ironic opposition

things are evolving

after all he's still breathing

and smoking and kicking

the king of the time being

will soon be choking!.

As we sit and stare

at time running out

one more cigarette

is what this is all about,

we do not have to

rave and shout

but on this issue

we have no doubt

that if he quits

he is in

or else

he is out!.

.

PASSPORT TO MY HEART

He was in a straight jacket

lying face down on a bench

as he saw me his eyes lit up

started whispering a poem

I could hardly hear him

I moved my ear to his lips.

The house is open

Yellow leaves blow through the door

The picture I paint is the one I can't

Passport to my heart.

The phone is off the hook

Tokyo, New York, Istanbul on the line

The word I say is the one I couldn't

Passport to my heart.

My instrument is on the table

Time like a pool at my feet

The move I make is the one I wouldn't

Passport to my heart.

My back is to the door

Whoever you wish to be I trust you

The name I call is the one I don't

Passport to my heart.

X

Why, why...

Oh why 

bother to deny 

all that has been 

laid by you so far.

You have after all 

the makings 

of a specimen 

which has 

a track record,

displayed

as a string of lies,

played

like a violin

over

and over again,

till...

there is 

no more

strings 

attached. 

From now on 

you are my

- X -

this is

- Y -

I M

who

I M.

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TUG OF WAR

One leg with the past
the other in the future
centred at the present
torn apart in the heart.

.

FOR FAX SAKE

Been there and back
had a nap on the way
was thinking of you
as you climb out
of the dark side 
and fool moon me
out of the blue
my tides come out
and only you
can pull them in
as if it were
a piece of cake.
For Fax sake 
I am knees at your feet

grab the leftover meat

I may be beat
but still good to eat.

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PUSH & SHOVE

A tender embrace followed by a sudden punch

gently caressing the ass, brutally kicking the arse

the kiss on the cheek, chased by a slap of the face

the process of easing the tension by oozing the pain

the sad thing is there is much animosity in this activity

humanity is guilty of revealing such dubious depravity.

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FOREPLAY

BLOOD OF A PUPPET

1st movement
a performance piece

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First would come 

the stimulation

with clever foreplay, 

emotional smarts

charming small talk

sudden mood swings.

Pushing buttons

pulling strings

devious means

dubious flings

an assortment 

of sexy things.

The elevation 

of potential lovers

to sensational peaks

with emotional squeaks

then, all of a sudden

the bottom kicks!.

Falling is almost 

like flying

when there is 

no ground

to fall upon.

This is it

a sudden stroke 

a seizure, a fit

a crack in the yoke 

darkness unlit

sucking every bit 

of tender feeling

just leaving

an empty shell

a bundle of straw

a dried up puppet.

ZZzzzzaapppppp!!!

Wake up puppet

wake up and play!.

.

FOUL PLAY

 BLOOD OF A PUPPET

2nd movement

"""""""""""""""""""""""""""

Bite marks all over 

her lower lip 

a slip 

of the tongue 

& cheek 

stiff upper lip 

She was hurting! 

He too was hurting 

in his own 

different ways.. 

His anger hurting him 

driving him to 

temper tentrums 

and shivers of rage 

like a beast 

in a cage.

When they met 

they were hurting 

together for a while 

till 

the collective pain 

grew louder 

and louder! 

and louder!!!! 

Breaking hearts 

shattering nerves 

exploding minds 

with hysteric gestures 

and pathetic attitudes 

till 

they decayed 

in and out of 

each other. 

What had transpired 

was a macabre fusion 

a psychic transmutation 

of body, aura, mind 

& never mind the evidence 

The undeniably 

disturbing 

story of 

two seperate 

entities 

acting out the same will. 

Zzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaappppp!!!.

.

SPITE

Dead of night
not a soul in sight
going back a while
if I looked up high
as I passed you by
in a darkened sky
without a decent 'hi'
the reason why
was not because
dust got in my eye
just wanted to deny
a taxing goodbye.

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GENERATION "N"

We are the nuclear generation

born under tremendous ability

Mother Earth can be impaired  

accidentally or even intentionally.

The urgency of ending this menace

seems to be eluding the World leaders

we have been handed a chilling reality 

a haunting presence of such capability.

The responsibility of our humanity

is not only to avoid this  probability

to do away with to such a possibility

the consideration is ignored presently.

We aren't just a transient generation

but an endangered species in motion

unable to get rid of a nuclear malice

which threatens our entire civilization.

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